Verse: E A B7 E Chorus: B7 A E i offered myself like some carnival thing you could win with your strength and make a bell ring, bell ring but i’ve been a trophy, they don’t stay shiny they’re dusty and rusty, they’re shelf life’s tiny i am delicate ribbons and colorful bows the more you unwrap me the more i expose i’m a gift given with purpose, heart, and thought i’m a gift whether you want me or not i offered myself like some heavyweight belt a reward for the number of punches you dealt but i’m not some hunk of junk raffled off at the door that winds up at a yard sale when you want me no more let me tell you being a little lesson i’ve learned about being a prize, i’m no longer concerned i’m much more than something someone wins or earns i’m a gift that keeps on giving, i don’t need nothing in return
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